Words were another sword for the man who wielded them well.
The perfect killer has no friends. Only targets.
It was no true prayer to beg forgiveness while choosing to sin.
Bewildered as he might be, sometimes a man's highest calling is simply to stand, and hug.
A few months ago you assassinated a man who called himself a god; now you're going after a goddess in truth. Unless you can figure out a way to kill continents, after this you're going to have to retire.
Moments of beauty sustain us through hours of ugliness.